SIR_NoNChalant

He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different.
Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. 
Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.

EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR

As we approached the edge, I had expected my fear to set in, but nothing happened. It was no doubt the handy work of the monster, as not even my mind regressed into the pits of fear. I would overlook it for two reasons though. The first was that it was making my life easier and the experience more pleasant. As for the second, I couldn't have resisted if I had tried. So, as we stepped off the edge and hovered above the glowing waters, even though I wasn't forced back to that place, I would still think about it, how could I not.


Familiar Hell